R Kelley is back with yet another CD.
No one writes pop songs about sex better than R. Kelly. Maybe practice really does make perfect. Most of the album is typical Kelly. The only downside is when he croons too much and too long about nothing. His story telling way of signing is a little too much sometimes. Kelly fares better when he steps up the tempo, as on new-jack stomper “Supaman High,” Usheresque club rave-up “I Love the DJ,” and disco-boogie squiggle “Be My #2,” even if none feel exactly organic to his style.
7 out of 10 stars
